The Poetry Marathon

In splendor

I adorn my body

for you

await, yearn

your touch

 

my hair brushed to shine

glory pinned

so you can let it spill

to lay like sea foam on your chest

 

gowned in diaphanous silk

draped in velvet

hidden delights

to entice and tease

 

upon my tender lips

a ruby red stain to tempt

and tantalize, beguile

fire an unquenchable flame

 

in the warm light

of glowing embers

my eyes devour you

let spill my soul, my love

 

Our drumming hearts

beat in quickened tempo

hands explore, possess

bodies hot with desire

 

And in the cresendo

of desire quenched

we bathe in tender adulation

entwined, skin-to-skin, satiated

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dandelion In The Sun (2019 Poem 17)

Pools of yellow in the sun
I plucked you from fathers lands
Sap sticky on my childhood hands

Gone to seed in a perfect sphere
Laughing as you kissed my chin
I blew your seeds into the wind

To My Loves

Until my feet bleed I’ll stand

waiting for you

Hang by the toes with halved

fingernails caked with dirt

I’ll take death’s door before you

and leave nothing but

your smiling face looking

back at me from the shore

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To be a kid

Everyone hold up your phones

Even the young children with oversize tablets

Each device connected to another, the people to their mothers, but can “spy” on each other.

Exist a day before internet, work and play both were hard. Now, in th ease of the connected world. We lost connection to each other.

A bitter sweet reality to be able to communicate with someone around the world but not the one right next to me.

Pause from your day, pullout your earpiece, look up from the screen, and say, “Hello?” With a Smile we say “Hi.”

If I could go back in time, I would have never went online.

A Midsummer Day’s Dream

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins

Why lay in bed in anticipation?
The morning has nothing to offer
But sweltering anxiety.

The humidity is a sweaty sore
And the bugs, too many

Get up, make your bed, and get going
Pick out your brightest clothing
24 hours at your service
They have much to offer

The calm, breezy drive to the fields,
A soft, supple peach in hand –
To sustain your morning hunger

A roadside magazine,
The radio seducing you with jazzy hip hop,
A light wedge salad for lunch,

And, a lonesome tree,
Wrapping around the clouds to
Protect you from the sharps rays of the sun.
A pillowy nap dwells on your eyes
And you dream of me
Amongst the wildflowers.

Alone in the crowd,he saw

From the farthest corner of the crowd,
he looked at her.
Bitter anger rose in him,
“Useless”,he muttered.
He gazed at her as a brave man,
she,being the victim of
his triumphant musculinity.

Her little sister ran to him,
held his hand,
pointing the lady,she said,
“Brother,she saved our mother,
this doctor treated our mom for free.”

She passed him,
tearing his heart.

Day off – different day

A moonbeam twinkles in my eye

my coffee the day’s starting high

 

Hush, the quiet garden sighs

the fog rolls in and drifts my eyes

 

Sipping on a wine canteen

later, damn this music machine

plays a song to cause a dream

 

In concrete jungle tomorrow see

shelf and book, diapers wee

 

Till then shrouded in firs clipped

near a dock feet water dipped

 

-Sandra Johnson, 6/23/19

A bunch full of flowers in the hands
Colorful and beautiful
Flow out to spread fragrance
In the house

A bunch full of thoughts in the mind
Wise and wonderful
Flow out to spread brilliance
In the conscience

A bunch full of virtues in the heart
Powerful and truthful
Flow out to spread oneness
In the life

First Fight episode 2 hour 7

First Fight Episode 2

Assassin T8 shoots Dasher in the leg
He cannot run
Dasher punches first
T8 returns with a kick to the stomach

Dasher attempts to knock T8 out
Punches him in the face
But T8 has technology
T8 teleports

Dasher must warn the other heroes

Bad Dream

(Response to Dear Little Self Whose Mother Didn’t Love You)

 

I called for you one night.

You didn’t come.

I couldn’t come to you

because of the man with a knife

who was in my bedroom door.

He was real enough to me.

 

I called and called.

At last you came.

You were angry at being awakened.

You let me sleep the rest of the night

with you.

I needed the comfort of your arms,

your voice.

You turned your back to me

and said nothing.

 

At least the dream-man

couldn’t get me there.